“I could totally make her come in under five minutes,” I mumbled before taking a sip from my cup.
“You’re so romantic.” Taylor laughed. “In under five minutes too. You’ve got to be proud,” she mocked.
I shrugged.
“Seriously, she looks like she could use an orgasm,” I said.
Much to my surprise, Taylor added, “Or two.”
The mental fantasy swirled in my head of watching Taylor and Holly in a five-minute Mile High Club porn scene.
“Have you ever made someone come on a plane?” I asked.
“No, and I don’t see what that has to do with the discussion of our plan or Aria’s family.”
“I have. Plenty of times,” I offered.
“So, we know for sure Wade is going to leave their home tomorrow morning?” Taylor completely ignored my comment about making women come on planes.
“Yes. Daniel is my intel guy who has been doing surveillance on Wade.”
“You have a surveillance guy in the area who was already on this? Didn’t this just all happen over the course of the past few days?”
“Michael was interested in the nature of business Layton Smith had with Aria’s father. Which led us to discover that Aria’s father wasn’t just some piece of shit who sold off his daughter to a shady guy in a church. He has a connection to some less than pleasant members of a Russian group.”
“A Russian group? Is that your way of saying mafia?”
“The term mafia is used loosely. Daniel says Wade leaves the house every morning, drives into Stockholm, and meets with a few different Russian men.” Taylor nodded as she listened to me and sipped her coffee. “Daniel is going to text me as soon as Wade leaves the home, then he’s going to keep an eye on him while you and I go rescue the family.”
“Michael told me yesterday that Aria’s mother knows we’re coming and is going to have things ready to go moments after Wade leaves,” Taylor added. She flipped the page of her notepad and pointed to the names of Aria’s family members.
“I told Aria to tell her mother no more than one bag and to bring only the absolute necessities.”
“Is Jensen the only one we expect to have an issue with?” she asked.
“Possibly. Aria said it’s common for him to run away for days at a time. She said when he’d return home, he’d be worse off physically than when he left.”
“Poor kid. Probably escapes, thinking he’s safe. Only to quickly realize the streets are just as violent and twisted,” she said.
I opened my mouth to say something but thought better of it. There was something about what she said that made me wonder if she had ever been in a situation where she ran away from one hell only to face another. Though, she grew up in Vail with Michael and me. Vail was hardly a violent city, but crime existed, of course. I smirked when I thought about the business of gambling, drugs, and escorts that Michael ran through the Black Diamond Resorts. Yeah, crime did exist.
“Are we expecting Jensen to be home?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed and stretched my arms up over my head. “As of this morning, Michael said Jensen still hasn’t shown up at the house.”
“What do we do if Jensen isn’t there?”
“We leave. More or less, Michael said those are the instructions. We can’t waste a second of time and risk all of them.”
Taylor nodded and looked down at her notes. She wasn’t questioning me or the instructions, of course. She was former military; she was accustomed to receiving orders and carrying them out.
“What did you do in the Army?” I asked. “Aside from reading maps and never getting lost.” I was intrigued.
“Military Intelligence.”
Interesting.
“What kind of stuff did you do in the intelligence sector?”
